Daryl Dixon X Reader

Daryl Dixon x Reader

You were a lone wolf, like Daryl. You preferred to work on your own, and be left alone. That was, until you joined the group. They brought out your more social side, and sometimes, it scared you. You knew you were getting close to them, and you knew that people would start to drop. That's what seemed to happen every time you joined a group.

You thought you were bad luck, so for a while, you had considered leaving. You kept telling yourself that the group would be fine without you. That Daryl would be fine without you.

And then you changed your mind. Because of Daryl.

He had found you in your tent, packing your things. He stood there quietly at first, just watching you. He knew what you were doing, and he was there to stop it.

"Y/N" You squealed at the sound of his voice, not realizing that he was there. "Jesus Daryl, you scared the shit outta me. Can I help you with something?" He didn't respond at first, just stared into your eyes. "You're leaving, aren't you?" Your eyes dropped to the ground, and your shoulders dropped as well.

You nodded, refusing to make eye contact with the man.

"Y/N, look at me" He demanded. Your eyes filled with tears as you looked up at him. He looked down at you with anger filled eyes, which only made you feel worse about leaving. "Why? We save you, and you repay us by leaving" His voice raised with each word he said.

You stayed quiet until he was done, not wanting to make him any angrier. "I have to, Daryl. I don't belong here. I'm bad luck. If I leave now, maybe...maybe no one will get hurt." He stood there, mouth open in shock. He refused to believe that you truly believed that.

"You really believe that?" You nodded, and your eyes went back down to the ground again. He walked over to you, and put two fingers underneath your chin, and lifted you head to make you look into his eyes.

"Y/N, people are gonna get hurt or killed one way or another. It just happens, and there isn't anything we can do about it. It's no one's fault but the universes. You understand?" You nodded, and your lip began to quiver as tears started cascading down your face.

Daryl pulled you into a hug, swaying the both of you side to side, petting your hair to comfort you. "Please stay. The group needs you." He went quiet. "I need you" He whispered.

A sob escaped your lips, along with many apologies. He just hugged you tighter, and kissed your head.

"I promise I won't leave" You managed to get out before sobs took over once again. He didn't say anything, only gave a small smile.

He pushed you back gently, and looked you in your red, glossy eyes. He cupped your face with his hands, and brought his lips onto your own.

Your lips fit perfectly together, and your tongues clashed together in the small make-out session. Eventually, though, you had to pull back for air.

"I love you Y/N, and if you ever left" His voice wavered towards the end. He didn't have to finish the sentence for you to know what he meant. "I know. I love you too, and I promise I am not leaving. Not now, not ever."

After that, the two of you laid together on the mini bed you had made on the floor of your tent, enjoying one another's presence.

I love this

incorrect topgun: maverick quotes pt. 327

-adopted mitchell!reader talking to mav-

y/n: dad, i think i'm gonna get my pilot's license. i've already got a driver's license and a cosmetology license, that's two of the big five licenses.

mav: the big five licenses?

y/n: driver's license, cosmetology license, pilot's license, fishing license, and… license to kill! i can't wait to get that one.

Look at this cute man😍

Daryl Dixon x Reader

The summer sun kissed your skin as you walked down the street, crossbow in your hands with an arrow loaded, ready to take down walkers or other humans if necessary. Nothing could be heard except the birds chirping, and gravel crunching beneath your feet. You then slow to a stop, and take out your canteen, taking a few sips of water, before continuing to wherever the hell you were going.

A few minutes passed and a motorcycle could be heard in the distance. You race to hid behind an abandoned car, not willing to be killed or kidnapped. The roar of the motorcycle got louder as it got closer to you. You put your finger on the trigger of your crossbow, ready to fire if needed.

Soon you heard the motorcycle come to a stop not far from the car you were hiding behind. Heavy footsteps were heard approaching the car you were behind. Soon a man popped out right in front of you, and you both quickly raised your crossbows, pointing directly at each other.

“Who are you?” The man asked, his crossbow still pointing at you. “Y/N, and you?” “Daryl Dixon” was his response. Slowly, you lowered your crossbow, realizing the man wasn’t gonna hurt you. If he was, he would’ve done it by now. Daryl also lowered his crossbow.

It was silent for a minute before he spoke up. “You got a group?” You shook your head no. It went silent again before he started asking questions. “How many walkers have you killed?” “Too many to count” “How many people have you killed?” “One” “Why?” “They uh, got bit and asked me too.” Darly nodded, pleased with your responses.

“I got a group not too far from here if you’d like to come.” You nodded, and followed him to his motorcycle. He hopped on first, you climbing on behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

The two of you took off not long after, heading towards what would become your new home.

Seems about right, ya

NO BECAUSE ANAKIN WOULD SAY THAT-

Masterlist

Y/n: What's a word thats a mix between 'sad' and 'mad'?

Obi-Wan : Disgruntled, miserable, desolated-

Anakin: Smad.